Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Can,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.